His breath frosted up the window. The air was freezing, and he was so cold. As cold as a butterfly trapped behind glass he thought though never before had he been poetic. As familiar but long missed scenery whizzed past him he took a deep breath to settle the violent case of the butterflies. 5 years ago he had been dumped by the love of his life. Regrettably he hadn't spoken to her since as the di had put him on an undercover in Florida. But sun, sea and sand had called and what with hot babes and fast roller coasters, sharks and excitement matched with the gorgeous hot weather when the opportunity to stay had been offered he had snapped it up. But homesickness had brought him back.
Long awaiting the arrival of this day now that it had come he almost wished it hadn't and was half in mind to turn round and drive off once more. Would she forgive him for not saying goodbye? And for staying? Would she have even missed him?
True it was a relief to escape from the American accents, the tornadoes, the extreme over the top commercialism, driving on the right and Chanel his ex girlfriend but it was so cold in England. Cold and dull and rainy.
Chanel was tall slim and Asian. But she had nothing on Sam. Yes Phil Hunter still loved Samantha Nixon after all those years. It was pretty embarrassing to admit even to himself. She would have moved on so should he have. But something about her felt so right. She couldn't know that yet though, first a friendship had to be rebuilt. If she hadn't left yet that was.
Nobody except Jack knew he was returning. He wanted it low key, know chance for a fuss. But he was so nervous. Driving past the cemetery he saw a figure entering he hadn't seen since five years ago. Sam. Why was she entering a cemetery? Pulling up he got out burying his fear. Confidence. If you didn't really have it you had to fake it until it came. And how better to reacquaint to someone than to offer a shoulder to cry on?
Slowly he entered. It was so quiet and sad in there. Picking a rose from the bush to place in a button hole he walked over to where sam was kneeling next to a new smooth black gravestone. Fresh flowers were layed over it. As he got closer he read the name on it.
"Chloe Turner," he said quietly.
Sam turned at the sound of his voice.
"Phil??" She stood up wiping a tear from her red swollen eyes, "is it..."
He searched her finger for a wedding ring but there was none. An engagement ring however sat prettily on her slim finger.
"Whats happened since i left?" He asked through a dry throat.
She felt a rush of anger. How could this man whho had abandoned her so long ago stand there without even a trace of guilt on his face. And how dare he look hurt that she was engaged. Or concernced and worried about the grave. What right did he have? She hated him with such venom it scared her right then.
"Mummy?" A little girl behind her yanked gently at her top, "i brought this,"
Turning Sam picked up the little girl and buried her face in the blonde curls. Trying to stop the tears on both their faces.
"Phil?" Stuart had a puzzled yet smug look on his face. For what appeared to be a grave of their child Stuart didn't appear to upset now that he had turned up. Phil felt such a pang of jealousy as Stuart slid a slimy arm around Sam and was pleased when she shook it off.
"Come on Lou," She whispered wiping a tear of the girls face, "Me and you will go home,"